In the ancient realm there was a soul who was known widely as Hanguang-Jun.
He was known to be aloof and away from worldly beings. Seldom people knew him for who he was or what his heart truly yearned in reality.
A man who loved dearly and in retu...
The lady in front of me, is a lady, whose both sons were ripped away from her, the day they were born for no fault of hers. She is a shell of a women, who received no love from anyone and yet was punished for no fault of hers.
Words were never needed between us, but there were somethings I needed to say. Placing my palm on her hand I assure Mama, "I have named my brother, Wangji and his birth name is Zhan." Her eyes well up and she smiles beautifully, "Zhan?" She enquires again and I nod. "He has your eyes Mama, pale, just like the sky." At that she closes her eyes and sighs. When they open they're peaceful.
"Huan," her soft voice calls my name and my heart melts "your mother apologises, for my mistake, you both are being punished. I hope you can forgive me." Tears stream down and I quickly wipe them.
"Mama -" I plead but she stops me "Huan, Zhan is a beautiful name. Thank you." Caressing my fingers she continues, "He has no one but you, and I know this is not an age where I should give you such a big responsibility, but take care of him. Teach him how this world works. Make him aware as to how this world perceives what they think is the right and wrong," she pauses and her eyes implore me to understand the meaning behind her words "but most of all teach him always to believe his heart. This world won't accept people who don't think like them, but you teach him the importance of following his heart no matter the consequence."
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My Mama's words have always resonated within me and so when it came to Wangji, I always wanted him to follow his heart. It was what she wanted too.
But with Wangji, as he grew, he became more a person of solitude than one who connected with the world.
As an infant, he was always to himself. He never had any friends nor did he yearn for one. He was a child who would gaze into far of distance and his thoughts would wander to places where one would not dare to reach. He became a person of few words and to an outsider a being with lack of words.
But I knew he was hurting. Hurting from inside for everytime he was denied entry to Jingshi. My brother never asked for much, rather never asked for anything, but all he wanted was that one day with our Mama. His hopes diminished everytime he was denied.Wangji never had any memories of our father for he had locked himself away from his family and everyone around him and Mama never spoke of him. Wangji's only solace was me and he was scared to ask for more, fearing I too would be taken away from him.
Many nights, I have witnessed youngWangji, creeping into my room in middle of the night, sleeping away from my futon and before sunrise, he would go back to his room. I never questioned him, me fearing that would stop him and I wanted to provide him all the comfort he needed.
My brother's life was shattered the day he knew no one would open their arms to welcome him in Jingshi and after that, he became a soul who cared even less. He completely closed himself away for the world. His persona was that of an Ice Prince and I lost my baby brother that day.
